Lyrics:
on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
Transported? What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor
Oh poor thing
Oh poor thing
He only tells, don't teach
His love hits her hard
Leaves her on her knees
Don't dance with the devil
Don't do the deed
on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
mad, I'm like, poor thing
I know she choosin' on my gang
I know some things don't ever change
I came along way from counting change
I do not do
do believe your the sweetest thing
That I have ever seen
You poor thing
She said You poor thing
I said My eyes may be black and blue
But my view
Is
Poor Little Thing
Verse
Looking in
From the outside
Never
Hold a candle close to you
I'm just
Looking in
Through a window
Broken
Never gonna
getting strummed
Poor thing, I just pour things in my cup
Now I'm stuck
Poor thing, I just pour things in my cup
What the fuck?
Poor thing, I just pour
Poor thing, poor thing, what a fucking shame
Same thing, status quo, nothing fucking changed
Y'all stay static I am moving on a new wave
Why you fucking
You came from the ground before we took you home
You were small, you were thirsty... by the side of the road
Succulent
You poor thing
Succulent
or a poor thing
It's a lace your boots pull your drawstring
Who want to go to war thing
It's a who gon' protect your thing
Who really want it more thing
Mr. paper crane
He met a girl
"Oh bloody poor thing"
The girl was never loved
"I need a friend, you know that"
"Whatever character she had"
"I have
understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby
My mama said, ey son,
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what
that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be
others often bathe
Lapping up your lines
While you misbehave
Fade away
Poor pretty thing
Collapse of a shining star
That's what you are
Hanging onto
and I'm like sure thing
I respect anyone who is supportive
I was nothing but a poor thing
I be getting twerked on by the shordys
Claiming that you are but
You poor thing
Your heart’s in a sling
And now I gotta sing
Just to make you feel something
You poor thing
Your heart’s bound with string
Loose
the morning
I feel like a husk, but I'm thankful she's sleeping
I'm thinking of us
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
Felt this before
Ragged and raw
I know that pain used to be mine
Now you're in the limelight
Do you just want me to sing
Oh poor thing?
Now you deflect
a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you
running 'round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard, falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat, getting up, falling
was poor
Things were better when I was poor
Drinking all day crashing on floors
But the times and things have changed
Now that I'm getting paid
Things
heart's runnin' round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Gettin' up,
that she died, poor thing! (I've come home again)
She lived
But it left her weak in the head
All she did for months was just lie there in bed
Lucy
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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